Hello, campers. Grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

We're your camp counselors. I'm Katie and I'm Whitney.

And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction.

We're roasting murderers and marshmallows around the true crime

campfire. A wise man once said, a boy's best friend is his mother.

Oh, wait, that was actually Norman Bates, wasn't it?

Sorry.

But a mother's love is one of the most powerful forces on earth.

At its best, its unconditional, selfless, kind, protective, willing to throw itself

between its young and whatever danger threatens them.

At its worst, well, you're about to find out.

This is the story of what happens when a mother decides that instead of nurturing her young,

she'll make him a tool instead and when the mother

in question is an unstoppable, unmercilous force of greed.

And what happens when a boy's love for his mother turns from tender to toxic, from admiring to obsessive,

from protective to partner in crime.

This is Mommy Darkest, the crimes of Sante and Kenny Kimes. So, Camper's, we're on the Shishi Upper East Side of Manhattan, New York, July 5th, 1998. of that was not a lady who would leave her house on a whim, especially by herself and without letting her staff know.

In fact, she hardly ever left it at all anymore.

She'd had one of her famous dinner parties the night before to celebrate the 4th of July,

and she'd been as effervescent as she always was, with her flaming red hair and great stories,

and the ballet moves she could still do and love to show off.

The morning after, this morning, the fifth, Irene's

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